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[alotofgood]

James Potter is sitting at a table with what looks to be a hand-mirror and his wand.

For those who might've been watching, he has gone from having one missing eyebrow (the result of getting it singed off in a hex) to having two again — only the one to his left looks exponentially longer than the other.

It actually resembles Dumbledore's eyebrows, but James has got just the one, and it's the same colour as his hair: black. It makes him look far more ridiculous than wise.


Well, bugger.

That's not right either.

He is currently debating between magicking his left eyebrow shorter or asking the Bar for a pair of scissors.



{ ooc: Now appropriately millitimed to after this!
And the usual ooc note. }


Tiny tags: Finvarra

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[sidhe_king]

There is laughing from above him.

Fin wouldn't be laughing--well, no, actually he would be. He's shameless like that.

"Lad, what re you trying to do?" He says trying because he hopes James isn't succeeding, though the boy is human. An amount of ridiculousness is to be expected.

[alotofgood]

James glances up.

Well, blimey.

He didn't known you could hang out up there too.

Brilliant.


"Fixing my eyebrows," he answers, giving Fin a wave with the hand holding the mirror. "Or — well, attempting to, anyway. What d'you think? Should I get the scissors, or try another spell?"

[sidhe_king]

Oh, you can if you can figure out a way up; Finvarra knows how to do it, obviously.

"I think ye might be best off getting help from someone not needing to use a pocket mirror," he says frankly.

[alotofgood]

"Yeah, I suppose," he says. "Who do you suggest?"

If he makes a real accident of his face, he can always get home and ask his parents to fix it up for him.

His dad knows a thing or two about getting James out of situations like these.

[sidhe_king]

Fin chuckles. "Oh, I might know a little magic. Enough to fix you, at least."

He drops out of the rafters with a lazy sort of grace. "If you like."

[alotofgood]

James gives Fin a slightly suspicious look.

"I dunno, mate. It's not that I don't think you've got good intentions, but ... well, I don't even know who you are."

[sidhe_king]

"Finvarra," he says lightly, inclining his head. He looks for all the world like a normal teenager, but there's something about his personality that reveals he's much, much older.

His Galway accent makes his name rounder as he looks back at James with barely-restrained amusement.

[alotofgood]

Yeah.

That ... still doesn't reassure him.




"I think I'll go for the scissors," he eventually says. "But it's good to get a name, Finvarra. I'm James."

[sidhe_king]

"Call me Fin. I shan't harm you here. And I'm fairly certain we don't go back to the same world."

[makesthings]

Sameth sees James and double takes before coming over,

"What happened to your eyebrow?"

[alotofgood]

James smiles, despite his peculiar circumstance.

"... bit of an accident, really. I tried to regrow it," he says, waggling his loooong eyebrow. "It'd been singed off, no thanks to Baddock."

[makesthings]

"Who's Baddock and it looks like that growing spell worked too well. Can I help?"

He's never had to regrow eyebrows but he has done some impressive damage to himself that needed healing.

[alotofgood]

"Griselda Baddock's the girlfriend of this git, Gibbon. Both from Slytherin. Both are horrible people."

James shakes his head.

Bloody, slimy, Slytherin bastards.

"Anyway — yeah, sure. I'd just been wondering whether I should go for scissors or a shortening spell."

[makesthings]

Sam gets closer to have a look, he only wants to do this spell once,

"I can take care of that just hold really still."

[alotofgood]

"... you do know what you're doing, right? Because I'd really rather keep every feature on my face. It's just the Dumbledore-esque eyebrow I'd like to have shortened back to normal."

Not that he doesn't trust Sam, but ... well.

Different magic, and all that.

[makesthings]

"I do, don't move,"

He thinks of the Mark he needs in his head and the Mark on his forehead glows as from his finger a thin thread of fire appears.

Carefully he moves it along James eyebrow to remove the excess and then ends the spell as he moves back,

"There, that's better."

[alotofgood]

James lifts the hand-mirror up to his face to inspect the improvement and/or damage.

He breathes a sigh of relief as he touches his left eyebrow, measuring the length of both before putting his mirror down, evidently satisfied.

"Brilliant," he says. "Cheers, mate."

[iambetadraconis.livejournal.com]

What, hey? He hasn't seen that face in years now!

He's surprised but he checks himself before he stares too much. Milliways is like that.

But if James wants to think it's all about the eyebrow, we can roll with that too.

[alotofgood]

As far as James is concerned, pretty much all Slytherins are the same, unless they happen to stand out in some way.

Like Rafferty Gibbon, or Regulus Black, or Snivellus Snape.

Otherwise, he couldn't be arsed to differentiate one silver-and-green tie from the next.

(It's not like they don't exercise the same courtesy to Gryffindors.)

As a result, not only does James not notice Rabastan staring (he's a little preoccupied with his eyebrow anyway), but he would not likely recognize him from the start either.

[iambetadraconis.livejournal.com]

Yes, well. He's a man in his forties; that would make him unrecognisable, even if he were wearing his old uniform instead of the latest Vane has to offer in attire. If he did, he'd probably just pass for some unknown alumnus anyways.

"Would you prefer that someone hold the mirror for you? It wouldn't shake as much and you'd get a better reflection to work with."

Heck, even his voice has aged beyond his school years.

[alotofgood]

James glances up.

No bells are ringing yet.

"Oh — yeah, sure. Cheers.

"I'm still thinking between scissors or another spell," he says, frowning at his reflection.

"I think I'm going to go with the scissors, though."

[iambetadraconis.livejournal.com]

So far things are going well.

He offers his hand to take the mirror.

"What sort of spell were you learning that caused this?"

Rabastan has had many humorous mishaps with magic during his school days. Perhaps he can help James with it?

[alotofgood]

James passes the mirror off to him, before requesting a pair of scissors from a passing waitrat.

The rat skitters off, nodding.

"Oh, I wasn't learning a spell," says James. "Actually, I was dodging a hex directed at me."

[iambetadraconis.livejournal.com]

So much for imparting knowledge.

"A hex?" Pause. "Why would you be dodging a hex for? Was this something put on by the teachers?"

He still thinks all this happened during school.

[alotofgood]

James frowns, which makes his extra-long eyebrow seem even bushier somehow.

Thankfully, the waitrat has returned with his scissors, so he can begin trimming it off.

"No. I think it's against the rules for professors to deliberately try to put hexes on us," he says, snipping the longest part off.

Well, that's better already.

"... but you sound as though you know something about magic schools. Did you go to Hogwarts, too?"

He's ... well, older. But he could've graduated a long time ago. Maybe he knew Professor McGonagall as a fellow classmate or something.